And I could tell you

His favourite colour's green

He loves to argue

Born on the seventeenth

His sister's beautiful

He has his father's eyes

And if you asked me if I loved him

I'd lie

"You been raiding Tom's CD collection again?" Danny asked as my CD played, and I shook my head.

"Nope, just like this music." I lied as I sipped my drink and ran my fingers through my hair.

"You two would make a perfect couple!" Said Emma, Dougie's girlfriend, and I felt myself turning as red as Tom looked at her, and then at me. Thankfully Sofie was working that night, or else she would have killed me or Tom. Or both of us.

"Honestly, you're both so alike..." She went on, and I glared at her to shut up, and getting the hint, she promptly did so. I didn't want him to know anything, he was way too good for me. Plus Danny would kill me if there was even the slightest chance he did fancy me and we started going out (yeah, right. But a girl can dream, right?). I mean, going out with your brother's best mate is a big no no.

"We need to go out for Tom's birthday!" Charlotte quickly changed the subject, and Danny nodded in agreement.

"Yeah! When is it again?" I rolled my eyes, though I shouldn't have been surprised. He never remembers MY birthday, I'd be surprised if he remembered Tom's. I knew when it was, though.

"Seventeenth." Tom and I replied in unison, and he looked at me.

"I have a good memory for that stuff." I shrugged, trying to make it look as if I remembered birthdays all the time. He didn't need to know that I knew everything about him. I knew his favourite colour - green. Probably left over from his geeky Ghostbusters fascination when he was growing up. In fact, he probably still loved it now. I knew that him and Danny argued all the time. Nothing major, just stupid stuff about who left the milk out, who's turn it was to go to the supermarket, where clothes were that Danny had borrowed and forgotten to tell Tom about, stuff like that. They'd never had a huge fight, well not that I knew of, I think they quite enjoyed their little fights, they were always best of friends in half an hour again anyway.

I even loved his family too, they were like a second family to me, and they were always dropping in to make sure the guys were actually eating and not surviving on beer and chocolate and junk food. His mum was amazing, she put up with so much from that lot, actually cleaned up after them when the cleaner was off and was a mother to all of them.

She still found Dougie a bit weird, but then again, didn't everyone? He has a unique sense of humour and not many people get it.

His sister was gorgeous, she wanted to be a musician like Tom, but could easily make it as a model or an actress. She didn't believe me when I complimented her, though, she said she hates the way she looks, but if I looked like her, I wouldn't be complaining much.

And his dad, he looked just like Tom, the same eyes, the same smile, the same glint in their eyes when they were up to something! Like father, like son, I suppose.

"Jen, you in?" Dougie woke me from my thoughts, prodding my ribs and I looked at him confused.

"Truth or dare, are you in?" He asked, and I nodded.

"Alright, we'll go in a circle starting with Jen." Danny said, and I glared at him. Trust him to pick me to go first. "Jen, truth or dare?"

"Erm, truth." Well I didn't want to do a dare on my first turn. And how bad could it be?

"I got one!" Charlotte exclaimed, then turned to me "Jen, do you love Tom?" Oh shit. Oh buggerballs. I couldn't exactly tell the truth, could I? That'd just fuck everything up.

Laughing nervously, I was aware of six pairs of eyes on me. "Nah, he's not my type.

Sorry Tom." I lied, my heart racing as I said it, and I caught his eyes. In them, I saw a look that I didn't think I'd seen before, but shook it off.

"No worries." He smiled at me. "Dougie, your turn!"